I hear the werewolves howling outside the abandoned
hotel I’m hiding in.
I fear tonight they are going to end my human life
and make me a monster like them.
I hear the screams of other humans, and the
howls cease.
Dawn arrives. I’m still a human, survived another
terrifying night in the werewolf apocalypse.
Tired of hiding and starving, I resign myself to the worst
that can happen; I become one of them.
That night when I hear their howls again I emerge
from my hiding place and walk into their midst.
After the horrifying, bloody attack I become one of them.
Bob Boyd
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